Portmadoc Jottings.
Not far from my place of observation, there is a farmhouse, where lately the inhabitants have been troubled by strange moanings and other noises, leading them to think that there is in their neighbourhood a ghost. This unwelcome visitant raps the windows, shakes the dresser, causing the brittle earthenwares and tumblers to make such a noise as if they were all falling down.
“Spiritual” power seems not to be afraid of “terrestrial” power in the shape of the “blues,” for after the latter had paid a visit to the place, the ghost made his nocturnal appearance, and carried on the same antics as before.
When he is detected, let him be so dipped in the Glaslyn river, which is close by, as to cause him to give up the ghost, for his foolhardiness.
Cambrian News, 19th November 1875.
Portreuddyn, near Portmadoc.
A troublesome ghost.
For some time past the inmates of Portreuddyn Castle have been troubled by some attempts at playing ghost, and the attempts have only been too successful in one direction, viz., in driving away Mr Jenkins, the tenant. The noise has, at times, been so frightful as to frighten Mrs Jenkins and the other females.
A noise like that of the smashing of windows and crockery is heard at all unearthly hours; and though Mr Jenkins has spent hours in watching, he has failed to discover the perpetrator.
The police have also been there; and even ghosts are afraid of A.S. Owen Price’s lynx-eye, for they were very quiet, especially as Price had a repeating rifle adapted to reach even ghosts.
Caernarvon and Denbigh Herald, 27th November 1875.